A constellation of emotion.
Drawing on memories’ insular portents.
Sequestered portions of insight amble into ambit.
A porpoise-full consideration slowly rolls over to reposition.
The shell of the soul cracked like the muscle-memory of a chiropractor reaching a book on the shelf.
Tufts of hair tilt over like a crowning moment to remembrance’s endear.
A gentle repair of imperatives to liberty’s steer.
Enhanced, a side-glance into nowhere’s comforting glare.
Sounds surrounding pause & poise making melodies as if time was talking, a listener to hear.
The ground, in acceptance of passage to histories communing in foreswear.
A reflection of ennui. Where a birds-eye view chirps to chip in.
A universe of being. As if the vowels of experience were singing.
The temple brows to a temperance of focus.
A rhythm curves the cursory exhalation to simper subdue.
Imbued a tune, a hallowed heart fleets a-glance a fire-lamp. The dancing flame opportune to offer attune.
Somewhere, the world slows down. A slow dawn as if a repetition’s chant perchance. A resounding inflection awakens alit in in the eyes.
A mantra making conversation in a mirroring mind reminds.
Epiphanies laugh when words wayward-s appear. And wearing a smile as welcoming the self to share.
The Ud-sa major in the sky crooning the musical Sa major. Ancient languages swoon over a high note to the Ursa’s minor connote.
The phonetics swing in twine, saith time. And in the recounting sway in recognition’s encountering mention.
The Moon pips a subjective dimension. A spectrum to awareness in extension.
The wind chimes when shine resounds. Into. Sublime.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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Osho on Sadness
“Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. Thatʼs its balance.”
"Sadness | Osho